Sponges

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Sponges soaked in sweet water,
Too much sweetness,
Hardly does work in the sink,
drenched with feelings,
and easily overused.

Sponges soaked in sweet water,
December blues,
don’t seem so blue after all.
Absorption of all feelings,
But with time, even the one that’s unrequited.

Sponges soaked in sweet water,
Tend to be thrown away easily.
working for broken love,
till they are of no use.

Sponges soaked in sweet water,
are blissfully unaware,
Of their replaceability.

Sponges soaked in sweet water,
Turn bitter in summer,
Too much bitterness.
Hardly does work in the sink,
drenched with unreciprocated feelings,
and left overused.

Sponges soaked in water,
Afraid of sweetness,
Afraid of bitterness,
Lay still,
to not be thrown away again.

  • I'm a 20 year old, from India. I have a bachelors' degree in psychology and further hope to do my masters in clinical psychology. I love books, dogs and poetry.

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